The first chapter of Paper Dolls. I promise that this one will turn out a lot better than my previous attempt. I have rewritten it to suite my new writing style and I hope it's up to your tastes.
I find disclaimers quite pointless as everyone knows that I totally own Harry Potter and Naruto. I mean, isn't, like so obvious?
There will, again be no pairings so please don't pester me to write any romance. There may be a few childish crushes but no actual love story.
The guards' codenames are the same as last time but I will post a list anyway.
The Faceless Men
Harry retreated further as the Dementor bore down upon him, panic fogging his brain - concentrate -A pair of grey, slimy, scabbed hands slid from inside the Dementor's robes, reaching for him. A rushing noise filled Harry's ears. 'Expecto patronum!'His voice sounded dim and distant. Another wisp of silver smoke, feebler than the last, drifted from the wand - he couldn't do it anymore, he couldn't work the spell. There was laughter inside his own head, shrill, high-pitched laughter; he could smell the Dementor's putrid, death-cold breath filling his own lungs, drowning him – think something happy: But there was no happiness in him, the Dementor's icy fingers were closing on his throat - the high-pitched laughter was growing louder and louder, and a voice spoke inside his head, 'Bow to death, Harry: it might even be painless: I would not know: I have never died.'
He was never going to see Ron and Hermione again -And their faces burst clearly into his mind as he fought for breath. 'EXPECTO PATRONUM!'An enormous silver stag erupted from the tip of Harry's wand; its antlers caught the Dementor in the place where the heart should have been; it was thrown backwards, weightless as darkness, and as the stag charged, the Dementor swooped away, bat-like and defeated. 'THIS WAY!' Harry shouted at the stag. Wheeling around, he sprinted down the alleyway, holding the lit wand aloft. 'DUDLEY? DUDLEY!'He had run barely a dozen steps when he reached them: Dudley was curled up on the ground, his arms clamped over his face. A second Dementor was crouching low over him, gripping his wrists in its slimy hands, prising them slowly almost lovingly apart, lowering its hooded head towards Dudley's face as though about to kiss him.
'GET IT!' Harry bellowed, and with a rushing, roaring sound, the silver stag he had conjured came galloping past him. The Dementor's eyeless face was barely an inch from Dudley's when the silver antlers caught it; the thing was thrown up into the air and, like its fellow, it soared away and was absorbed into the darkness; the stag cantered to the end of the alleyway and dissolved into silver mist.
Moon, stars and street lamps burst back into life. A warm breeze swept the alleyway. Trees rustled in neighbouring gardens and the mundane rumble of cars in Magnolia Crescent filled the air again. Harry stood quite still, all his senses vibrating, taking in the abrupt return to normality. After a moment, he became aware that his T-shirt was sticking to him; he was drenched in sweat. He could not believe what had just happened. Dementors here, in Little Whinging.
Dudley lay curled up on the ground, whimpering and shaking. Breathing heavily, Harry bent down to see whether he was in a fit state to walk but he stopped abruptly as he felt a cold breeze prickle against the back of his neck where the hairs stood on end.
'Are you Harry Potter?' a cool voice said.
Harry whirled around, wand in hand. A Death Eater stood a yard or so behind him, masked and cloaked. With a growl of frustration, Harry raised his wand and cried, 'Stupefy!' but the spell deflected, a few centimeters away from the Death Eater's chest and smashed a street lamp behind Harry's ear. He had never seen any wizard do that before, not even Voldemort but it did not deter him and he raised his wand for another attack; however before he could so much as pronounce the first syllable for the spell, the wand was wrenched from his grip and a powerful force tightened around his neck, completely knocking out his breath.
'There will be no need of that,' Harry's capturer spoke in a higher voice and he assumed that she was female however it did not make her tone less threatening or frightening. Meanwhile her masked partner, strode closer and closer towards him; Harry struggled but the woman who had his neck was impossibly strong and within a few seconds, his right arm was twisted painfully behind his back; he tried to yell but a strip of cloth was stuffed in his mouth. Although he could no longer move or scream, he continued to glare at the Death Eater who walked right past him and his partner and bent down on one knee on the ground. Dudley gave a squeal of fright but the Death Eater said in a surprisingly soothing voice, 'Don't worry. I won't hurt you.'
Harry tried to yell, 'Don't listen to him, Dudley!' but his voice was muffled into the cloth and he continued to struggle and his right arm threatened to snap. The arm tightened on his neck and he was having difficulty to breathe. Harry stopped, his left arm dropping loosely against his side and he felt the woman's arm slacken, allowing air to fill his lungs.
'Calmed down a little bit?' the female said kindly and snatched the material from his mouth with a gloved hand. Dudley shot them one frightened look like a deer caught in headlights before collapsing on the pavement. The masked man sighed before turning him over until he lay flat on his back and felt his wrist for a pulse. Harry panted, taking deep breaths of air. He was wandless his life and the life of his cousin rested in the hands of two masked Death Eaters.
'The boy is alive but unconscious,' the male Death Eater said in a foreign language, 'I will have to carry him. You are Harry Potter?'
'D-Depends on who's asking,' Harry gasped, trying to look more defiant than he actually felt.
'Don't give that attitude with me,' the Death Eater replied coolly, 'we are merely here under the orders of Dumbledore-sama.'
Harry froze. Death Eaters were here to capture him on Dumbledore's orders? 'B-But-.'
'Questions come later, Potter-san. You and your cousin have just experienced a terrible event, we must get you to your home first, he is not in a very mentally stable condition,' the masked man said. He bent and slung the giant form of his cousin onto his shoulder with obvious ease. The sight was rather odd as Dudley appeared to be at least three to four times larger although he did not appear to have any trouble supporting the massive weight of his cousin.
Harry was unsure of whether or not to believe them but he decided to lead them back to Privet Drive. If they had really been Death Eaters then they would've ran off with him as soon as the female had captured him around the neck. He was allowed his wand back, which made him feel a little safer but the journey back to Privet Drive was hardly pleasant and Harry felt on the verge of fainting just as Dudley had. Sweat glued his skin to the folds of his T-shirt as he imagined trying to explain to the Dursleys why he was in the company of two suspicious looking people who looked like obvious suspects of assassination. Speaking of assassination, Harry thought he saw a gleam from underneath the giant form of Dudley and realized that a long, thin sword was strapped to the man's back. The blade, itself was completely perfect and good as new however it was the worn and frayed handle that betrayed the sword's true age and it looked as if it'd been used quite often.
The Dursleys' house came into view far too quickly for his liking. Harry attempted to gulp but his saliva caught in his throat as if blocked off by a chunk of cement. The two masked figures walked so silently, if it had not been for the rustling of their cloaks, Harry would not have sensed their presence at all. Even when they reached the neatly mowed lawn, tended so carefully by Uncle Vernon and looked particularly forbidden to the two masked people who treaded across it without so much as a crunch. Harry followed them reluctantly and the female reached up, giving a few sharp raps on the door.
Harry closed his eyes, prepared for Aunt Petunia to throw open the door and scream so loudly until the entire neighborhood, including the old, half-deaf woman who lived on the very end of the street dialled their phones for the police.
Aunt Petunia's outline grew larger and larger, oddly distorted by the rippling glass in the front door. 'Diddy! About time too, I was-.' Aunt Petunia's reaction was not as Harry had expected but it was indeed just as bad. She caught sight of Dudley slung over the man's shoulder, looking quite lifeless and gave a shrill shriek. 'You killed him! You killed Dudders! Phone the police, Vernon! Phone the police!'
Uncle Vernon came galloping down the stairs and gave a cry of outrage at the sight of the two masked figures. 'Your son is quite alive-,' the man began but his voice was drowned out by Aunt Petunia's screaming and Uncle Vernon's yell of shock. He charged at them, brandishing a large kitchen knife but before it could make any contact with the man's flesh, it clanged loudly against something metal.
Harry blinked. The man had reacted so quickly that he did not even see him move. Harry caught sight of a strangely shaped black, metal blade mashed against the kitchen knife. With another swift movement the knife was sent flying out of Vernon Dursley's hands and buried itself in the floor behind Petunia.
'Stop,' the man's voice cut through the air like the knife and the Dursleys fell silent. Even Uncle Vernon's moustache had stopped quivering and Harry felt a shiver go up his spine. It was a frightening command and cold air seemed to blow in from the open door although it was indeed a warm summer night…
'Your son is alive, he has just been exposed to a magical battle,' the woman spoke, obviously trying to sound as gentle and calm as possible, 'he is a little unstable but he will be fine after some medical treatment. You should be glad, Potter-san saved him.'
Uncle Vernon's piggy black eyes darted back and forth between the two masked people and Harry who was finding his shoelaces very interesting at the current moment, unsure of what to do. Aunt Petunia continued to cower behind her husband. 'Well, we'll bring them in at least,' the female sighed and the two strode in quite casually, uninvited. The two Dursleys scrambled back out of their way and slammed the door quickly after them, afraid as usual of attracting unwanted attention. Neither his aunt or uncle showed any signs of moving at any time soon and Harry reluctantly accepted his duty of leading the two strangers, who looked really out of place in the Dursleys' over clean home into the living room. The man swung Dudley gently off his back and lay him down on one of the sofas which sagged dangerously under his enormous weight.
The Dursleys exchanged frightened looks but followed them nervously and Aunt Petunia immediately rushed to her son's side looking extremely pale. Uncle Vernon settled awkwardly in a single armchair by the fireplace and Harry instead chose to stand. The two masked people also showed no signs of sitting down and instead stood quite nonchalantly while Aunt Petunia fussed over Dudley. Uncle Vernon finally found his voice. 'Who are you? I demand you to explain what has happened to my son,' he said firmly, looking quite threatening and ready to leap at them.
'We cannot give you our real names unless under specific orders from our superiors but I can tell you our codenames,' the man said, 'my name is Hawk and this is Panda,' he indicated the female beside him who inclined her head briefly.
Harry heard Uncle Vernon mutter something like, 'Bloody lunatics… think their part of the army do they? Code names…honestly…'
If Hawk and Panda could hear him, they ignored the comment and Hawk continued on, 'Go upstairs, Potter-san and pack your trunk. Bring all your school things, you're coming with us.' Harry found himself obeying his orders without really thinking and it wasn't until he was back in his tiny bedroom that he begin to question his purpose for going upstairs. Harry sat down quietly onto his bed; outside it had started to grow dark and he could hear the Hawk and Panda explaining the events of the night to his aunt and uncle although he could not catch a word. After a few minutes of just sitting and staring into space, Harry stood slowly to his feet and began stuffing clothes and books inside his trunk like a zombie. He did not pay any attention to the task at hand and finally, placing the last item- his telescope inside, he slammed it shut and balanced Hedwig's empty cage on top.
The sound of footsteps were beginning to start up the stairs and Harry's bedroom door was thrown open, revealing Panda, she had purposely put more pressure on the steps while she was walking to acknowledge her presence. 'Hawk has explained everything to your uncle and aunt. Are you ready?' Harry nodded and with strength that should be superhuman for any woman- or man at that matter, she picked up his trunk as easily as Hawk had Dudley and it swung quite loosely from her hand. Thank goodness there were very few objects in Harry's room or else she'd already have knocked over half of them. Harry hastily grabbed Hedwig's cage and followed her downstairs where Hawk was waiting with Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. Dudley was still unconscious when Hawk bowed towards both of them, saying something that Harry could not hear and swiftly joined them at the doorway.
'Got everything, Potter-san?' Hawk asked as they entered out into the warm air. Harry gave a small mumbled, 'yes'. 'Very well, this letter is for you,' Hawk continued, 'it was delivered here by owl a few minutes ago.' A small envelope was passed into Harry's hands which he immediately ripped open.
Dear Mr. Potter,
We have received intelligence that you performed the Patronus Charm at twenty-three minutes past nine this evening in a Muggle-inhabited area and in the presence of a Muggle. This was shortly followed at 9:30 by a Stunning Spell, in the presence of the same Muggle. The seventy of this breach of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery has resulted in your expulsion from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ministry representatives will be calling at your place of residence shortly to destroy your wand. As you have already received an official warning for a previous offence under Section I3 of the Inter-national Confederation of Warlocks' Statute of Secrecy, we regret to inform you that your presence is required at a disciplinary hearing at the Ministry of Magic at 9 AM on the twelfth of August.
Hoping you are well, yours sincerely, Mafalda Hopkirk Improper Use of Magic Office Ministry of Magic.
Harry read the letter through twice, his hands shaking. The words were written quite clearly in black ink but Harry still refused to believe it. The wet cement in his throat earlier seemed to harden and settle very uncomfortably somewhere in the back of his neck.
'You can ponder its contents latter, Potter-san,' Panda said, the trunk still swinging absently from her hand, 'we're in quite a hurry.'
Hawk bent onto one knee and said very quickly in a forced voice, 'Get on my back.'
'What?' Harry was sure he misheard him.
'I said,' Hawk said through clenched teeth as if it was embarrassing enough saying it for the first time, 'Get. On. My. Back. We are running to Headquarters.'
Harry clambered awkwardly onto the man's back and was surprised to feel hardened muscle underneath the cloak. No wonder, he'd been able to lift Dudley so easily. He could also feel the cool sword, pressing uncomfortably against his chest and quickly shifted to another position, however it did not change his comfort very much. Hawk picked up Harry's Firebolt in his left hand and Hedwig's cage in his right before saying, 'Hold on tight.'
Harry had just enough time to grab around Hawk's neck before he felt himself shooting into the air at incredible speed and landing on the neighbor's fence. Wind wailed in his ears and in seconds, the fenced was cleared and they were shooting through empty space once more. They were going faster than a car, even faster than a broom; the best description would be a roller coaster except with no supports.
Harry closed his eyes tightly and buried his face in Hawk's cloak, his heart racing and an unwanted amount of adrenaline filled his body, his stomach dropped, every time they went plummeting towards the ground. The impact as they hit a surface would jolt Hawk's sword painfully against his shoulder and the ride was overall terrifying even with his eyes tightly shut.
Harry was unsure of just how long they'd been "running" but it felt like hours. There was a time when he had heard the splashing of water and briefly opened his eyes to see Panda running on the large outstretch of black lake in front of them, Harry's things still in her hands. He would've asked Hawk how they did it but, he felt that if he opened his mouth, he'd empty the few pieces of cake he had eaten all over his cloak and Harry doubted that Hawk would take it so kindly if he suddenly vomited onto his back.
When they finally landed, Harry thought he'd never been more relieved in his life. He got of Hawk's back, the invitation to throw up had never been more inviting and perhaps Hawk noticed because he pointed over at a bunch of close knit shrubs, 'Do it over there.' When Harry had vomited to his own content, he stumbled back towards the two masked figures, feeling a little wobbly at the knees.
Shivering, Harry looked around. The grimy fronts of the surrounding houses were not welcoming; some of them had broken windows, glimmering dully in the light from the streetlamps, paint was peeling from many of the doors and heaps of rubbish lay outside several sets of front steps. Hawk and Panda looked hardly affected by the unpleasant journey at all; they were not even puffing despite the hours of running whilst carrying large packages.
'Where are we?' Harry asked but Hawk was already rummaging through the depths of his large cloak.
'Read this quickly and memorise it,' Hawk said impatiently, shoving a scrap of parchment into his hands. Harry read it through a few times; the narrow handwriting was vaguely familiar.
It said: The Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London.
'What's the Order of the -?' Harry began.
'Wait until we are inside, Potter-san, we may still be watched,' Panda said.
Harry looked around at the houses again. They were standing outside number eleven; he looked to the left and saw number ten; to the right, however, was number thirteen. 'But where's -?'
'Think about what you have just memorised, Potter-san,' Hawk said. Harry thought, and no sooner had he reached the part about number twelve, Grimmauld Place, than a battered door emerged out of nowhere between numbers eleven and thirteen, followed swiftly by dirty walls and grimy windows. It was as though an extra house had inflated, pushing those on either side out of its way. Harry gaped at it. The stereo in number eleven thudded on. Apparently the Muggles inside hadn't felt anything.
'Hurry up, Potter-san, we cannot be outside for long,' Panda called, they were already at the doorstep. Harry walked up the worn stone steps, staring at the newly materialized door. Its black paint was shabby and scratched. The silver doorknocker was in the form of a twisted serpent. There was no key-hole or letterbox. Panda lifted the doorknocker and gave three short raps; there was silence for a few seconds before Harry heard the sound of running footsteps and the nest moment, the door was thrown open by Ron's mother.
Mrs. Weasely's eyes widened slightly but the next second the shock was gone and Harry was pulled into a rib cracking hug. 'Oh, Harry! It's so good to see you again but why are you so early? We didn't expect to see you so soon!'
'We ran,' Hawk said bluntly while Panda hauled Harry's things over the crumbly steps.
'You ran!' Mrs. Weasely said incredulously, 'oh… um… well we'd better get you inside…'She looked uncomfortable and Harry noticed that she refused to look directly at Hawk and Panda in the face… or mask rather. Harry stepped over the threshold into the almost total darkness of the hall. He could smell damp, dust and a sweetish, rotting smell; the place had the feeling of a derelict building.
'Follow me, Harry, dear,' Mrs. Weasely said, leading him down the dark hallway. A cobwebby chandelier glimmered overhead and age-blackened portraits hung crooked on the walls. Harry heard something scuttling behind the skirting board. Both the chandelier and the candelabra on a rickety table nearby were shaped like serpents.
As they reached the end of the hallway, Panda and Hawk stopped, turning to a second corridor joined at the right, 'Well, we'll be going to the meeting now, Weasely-san,' Hawk said dismissively.
Harry noticed that Mrs. Weasely looked slightly relieved although she tried to hide it, 'OK. I'll just show Harry upstairs…,' she led Harry up an old, rickety staircase, 'come on, Harry, dear… Ron and Hermione are waiting up here but keep your voice down…'
The meetings of the Order of the Phoenix were held at the last room at the very end of the corridor. Hawk and Panda silently slipped in where several people sat lined up along the dining table. Mad Eye Moody sat on the first seat to the right, followed by Remus Lupin who was as pale and shabby as ever and Sirius who was gloomy, his skin turning slightly grey from little contact to sunlight finally ending at Mr. Weasely who was finding a spot on the table particularly interesting; on the left was Turtle who looked serious and sombre, unlike himself and two seats down Severus Snape glared venomously at the two new arrivals with so much contempt, the wall behind them dissolved with acid; Minerva McGonagall also looked at the two masked figures suspiciously but did not comment, Mundungus Fletcher reeked of smoke and alcohol which particularly affected the ninjas' sensitive noses even from the distance, finally with Tonks sitting at the end of the table.
'Potter-san has been delivered safely, he has gone upstairs with Weasely-san,' Hawk said and many members of the order suppressed sighs of relief as to not offend the ninjas. They took seats beside Turtle; Snape shuffled a tiny centimetre to the left although it went unnoticed by the untrained eye.
'Anything we missed?' Hawk muttered, leaning a little over towards Turtle.
'Nothing much, Voldemort hasn't even started to move yet, we were just discussing strategies to prepare for an attack.'
'Bet you had a lot to offer, huh? Shikamaru should be here, he loves this sort of stuff.'
'So what did you think of Harry?' Lupin asked as Mrs. Weasely opened the door silently and slipped into a seat beside her husband.
'He looks scrawny, not quite what I expect a "wizarding hero" to look like,' Hawk replied bluntly.
'Say what you want about him but Harry is the only one destined to bring down Voldemort,' Sirius said, glaring at the ninjas. It was obvious that most of the wizarding members had not accepted the ninjas' position in the Order despite Dumbledore's trust placed on them.
'Voldemort, like the rest of us has his weaknesses,' Hawk replied coolly, 'he is not invincible. However, as second in command and Captain of ANBU Team 9, I feel that it is my duty to inform you that there are more threats out there then your little Orochimaru wannabe.'
'What do you mean?' Professor McGonagall said, frowning.
'Back in my country, an infamous organization known as Akatsuki has started to make suspicious movements. Many of them have started disappearing for long periods of time, searches have been made but they appear to have disappeared off the face of the earth. They always reappear, weeks later, however we have been unsuccessful in discovering the reason towards their disappearance,' Hawk explained, 'we are ninjas, McGonagall-san. We can track almost anyone in the world, although the Akatsuki have always been unnaturally strong and more proficient, we have always been able to at least, keep track of their movement but there is one place that remains untraceable towards ninja.'
An uncomfortable silence followed Hawk's speech. 'So that is why you accepted the mission,' Lupin said quietly, after a few seconds of processing the information, 'because you think that this…organization has been making regular trips to the wizarding world?'
'The leaders of the five nations have agreed upon that conclusion but ninjas have always been forbidden to go into the wizarding world, as you are forbidden to enter the shinobi countries,' Panda continued, 'it is almost impossible for a wizard to enter the five nations but when he or she does, we will always have that person tortured and killed- strengthening our defenses every time a break in occurs although this was a special case. Hokage-sama saw this as an opportunity to finally enter the wizarding world and further investigate Akatsuki's suspicious movements and we have recently found evidence to support our theory.'
'Amongst our group, we have Swan, a tracker ninja,' Hawk explained, 'she sensed unfamiliar chakra signatures, extremely powerful ones somewhere in London. We were at first, unsure to assume whether it was indeed Akatsuki or some other ninja who have entered the wizarding world so we sent a battalion of our best ANBU to investigate. They never returned however Swan stated that their chakra signatures had completely disappeared so we can safely assume that they are dead. There is only one group alive who has been able to bring down a whole battalion of our best ninjas with such ease. Currently, we are unsure of the Akatsuki's objective in the wizarding world, there seems nothing to gain from entering this society that would benefit the Akatsuki's goals.'
'Now that you speak of it, Voldemort himself has made no large movements we are concerned about,' Mr. Weasely said, 'however Lucius Malfoy and sometimes other Death Eaters have made regular journeys to London, more so than usual. We did not see this as suspicious because it was nearing the start of term for Hogwarts students and many of the Death Eaters have children that attend Hogwarts.'
'So in other words, you are after some crackpot organization from your world,' Sirius said blandly, 'how can we put our trust into you that you will indeed place all your concentration in protecting Harry if you're busy hunting after a bunch of over powerful, criminal ninjas?'
'Black-san,' Turtle said, speaking for the first time, 'do not worry, although tracing Akatsuki's movements are indeed important, a ninja will always do everything within his or her power to complete the assigned mission. Rest assured that Potter-san is in good hands.'
However Sirius did not look convinced and neither did many of the other members of the Order. 'That's all well and good,' Snape sneered, 'but you seem to have forgotten your place, ninjas. We do not usually allow your kind to cross into our territory; Dumbledore has only made an exception for your lot only because he believed that you could provide a better protection for the school and for Potter. How can we allow you to continue to stay here when you have just told us that you are only here for your own benefits?'
'This is not only for ourselves, Snape-san,' Hawk said coldly, eyes narrowing slightly, 'it is also in the best interests of your society. There is no wizard alive who is strong enough to deal with even a single Akatsuki member, not even Voldemort or Dumbledore-sama, let alone a whole organization. Besides your kind is more suited for stick duels, you are untrained and inexperienced in dealing with ninja battles and whoever or whatever Akatsuki wants from your world, I doubt they will take it slowly and kindly. Your kind will be killed off one by one and anyone who stands in their way will be eliminated. They must be stopped and we are the only ones who can do it.'
'He does have a point, Severus,' Mad Eye Moody growled, 'we need a clearer view of this…Akatsuki. They can indeed prove a new threat to us and we need to keep an eye out for them. But what worries me is what Arthur mentioned earlier, something about Lucius Malfoy making regular trips to London?'
'I have tried to track him but it would arouse too much suspicion if I was to follow him everywhere but he has made a lot of journeys inside the Ministry of Magic on his resting days,' Mr. Weasely said, 'are you stating that he could secretly be making contact with Akatsuki?'
'But if he's making contact with the Akatsuki, doesn't that mean that this dangerous organization is allying with Voldemort?' Tonks piped up.
'It is unlikely,' Hawk said, surprising the wizards, 'I have met a few Akatsuki members in the past- none of the meetings, I assure you were pleasant,' he said darkly, 'they are a very cautious bunch, even for ninjas and we know very little about them. However I know enough to say confidently that they are an organization that prefers to work on their own. The few ninjas or groups that have ever "allied" with Akatsuki have all been extremely powerful rogue ninjas but they were just played with like puppets. If Akatsuki truly is working for Voldemort, then they must think that he would have something that would help achieve their goals. He would be used just like all the other puppets.'
The fact that the most powerful Dark wizard that the wizarding world had ever known could be so easily manipulated by this new threat was a frightening and clearly shocking aspect that hung over the Order like a rain cloud. The end of the meeting was one of the least pleasant that they had ever experienced and the wizards exited the meeting room, carrying the burden of the new information on their cloaks.
First chapter! Hope you enjoyed it! Tomorrow's my birthday, I'm turning 15! Your reviews and suggestions will be the best present of all! Also I made Ino a tracker ninja, I always thought the role suited her, is it weird?